G-Unit (Album Version|Edited)
G-unit"G-Unit (Album Version|Edited)" é uma música de G-unit, 2003, Pop. A música tem 2:52 de duração, 59 lines / 479 words.
Letra
0:14Yeah! 50 Cent.. Lloyd Banks.. Young Buck...
0:18G G G G G-Unit! Haha!
0:21Vacate your home I come to brake your bones
0:28Americas nightmare we at it again
0:30A desert eagle and a black mack 10
0:32And neva know what happend
0:33When we come through them cowards dont want none
0:36They screamin at they murderas but walkin' with no guns
0:38Come with me but dont run and die where your standin'
0:41See im holdin' on this cannon and your life i'm demandin'
0:43Put the pipe to your melon and your brains on the pavement
0:46These niggaz is talkin' think that security gon save them
0:48Nobody gon speak when homicide pay a visit
0:51Look you right in the eyes and tell ya ＂we don't know who did it＂
0:55Corrupted by street corner by shootin' at the police
0:57The feins up all night and the neighbours gettin' no sleep
1:00You betta get used to it you know how we do it
1:02Shady Aftermath Interscope and G-Unit.
1:04We got action when you don't
1:07Show our faces when you won't
1:10G-Unit'
1:11G-G-G-G' G-Unit
1:13Now I told ya'll on my first Dre joint I am Loco
1:21Betta than soso the games in the choke hold
1:23Disney's is a nono I perfected the slow flow
1:25In D.C. they dance the gogo
1:27In L.A.they ride on lolo's
1:29G-Unit in the house' oh no
1:31You ain't ready it's heavy
1:3265 chevy
1:33Old school rollin' im holdin'
1:3520 inches spinnin' from the beginnin' we winnin'
1:37Gain's his masculinity pimpin' we not pretendin'
1:40Drop top glock cock ready for the drama
1:43Pistol's pop cop shot i'm heavy with them laama's
1:46Non-stop make it hot we the top regardless
1:48You can be the hardest
1:50We'll just be the smartest
1:51I warn you not to start us
1:53We're not you average artist's
1:54My bitch is like a goddess
1:55When paparazzi spot us
1:57Cause flick after flick same ol' shit that I kick' haha!
1:59Guess who's back mothafucker gun in the clip
2:15Ready to smack up on these suckas that's runnin' they lip
2:17You can try any one of my shoes on none of em fit
2:20Your hundreds are shorter I'll your pops his son is a daughter
2:23All I need is some cigars and quarter a couple cars and a lawyer
2:26Kinda packin' a bitch and i'll be back with a hit
2:29I'm that sick' Who the hell you thought it was
2:32I got expensive habits I can't afford it cause
2:34G-Unit is poppin' and we performin' all the clubs
2:37Niggas be shovin' and pushin' as someone is gooshin' surpise
2:40She's givin' up the buns on her cushion
2:42Sweatin' and screamin' suckin' me off the rest of the evenin'
2:45And i'm leavin'' on to the next city
2:47Stashbox in the bus to I can bring the tex with me
2:50I gotta go cause i'm gettin' over you niggas ain't over
2:52G-U-NIT
Yeah! 50 Cent.. Lloyd Banks.. Young Buck... G G G G G-Unit! Haha! Vacate your home I come to brake your bones Americas nightmare we at it again A desert eagle and a black mack 10 And neva know what happend When we come through them cowards dont want none They screamin at they murderas but walkin' with no guns Come with me but dont run and die where your standin' See im holdin' on this cannon and your life i'm demandin' Put the pipe to your melon and your brains on the pavement These niggaz is talkin' think that security gon save them Nobody gon speak when homicide pay a visit Look you right in the eyes and tell ya ＂we don't know who did it＂ Corrupted by street corner by shootin' at the police The feins up all night and the neighbours gettin' no sleep You betta get used to it you know how we do it Shady Aftermath Interscope and G-Unit. We got action when you don't Show our faces when you won't G-Unit' G-G-G-G' G-Unit Now I told ya'll on my first Dre joint I am Loco Betta than soso the games in the choke hold Disney's is a nono I perfected the slow flow In D.C. they dance the gogo In L.A.they ride on lolo's G-Unit in the house' oh no You ain't ready it's heavy 65 chevy Old school rollin' im holdin' 20 inches spinnin' from the beginnin' we winnin' Gain's his masculinity pimpin' we not pretendin' Drop top glock cock ready for the drama Pistol's pop cop shot i'm heavy with them laama's Non-stop make it hot we the top regardless You can be the hardest We'll just be the smartest I warn you not to start us We're not you average artist's My bitch is like a goddess When paparazzi spot us Cause flick after flick same ol' shit that I kick' haha! Guess who's back mothafucker gun in the clip Ready to smack up on these suckas that's runnin' they lip You can try any one of my shoes on none of em fit Your hundreds are shorter I'll your pops his son is a daughter All I need is some cigars and quarter a couple cars and a lawyer Kinda packin' a bitch and i'll be back with a hit I'm that sick' Who the hell you thought it was I got expensive habits I can't afford it cause G-Unit is poppin' and we performin' all the clubs Niggas be shovin' and pushin' as someone is gooshin' surpise She's givin' up the buns on her cushion Sweatin' and screamin' suckin' me off the rest of the evenin' And i'm leavin'' on to the next city Stashbox in the bus to I can bring the tex with me I gotta go cause i'm gettin' over you niggas ain't over G-U-NIT
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